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It's not that Kurt is weird. It's just that Blaine had expected things to be a little different, is all.
He'd only wanted a hybrid because he's been lonely ever since his roommate graduated and moved out, leaving Blaine with an empty apartment. He had mostly pictured hanging out with Kurt after he got him, maybe occasionally throwing balls of yarn for him, if that was his thing. Of course, Blaine hadn't exactly done a ton of research before deciding to get Kurt; he figured he'd just kind of learn as he went, and it's not like Kurt couldn't just tell him what to do. Hybrids were more human than animal in spite of the way they were treated by society.
Kurt, though...
He'd been timid at first, almost shaking the whole way home from the pet store and curling up small and quiet when Blaine had gotten him home. Blaine had given him his space, hoping that Kurt would adjust, but by the time midnight rolled around and Kurt was still nervously glancing at him and not saying anything, Blaine had finally tried to break the ice.
He'd shown Kurt to the room Blaine had set up for him. Kurt had kept glancing nervously between Blaine and the bed until Blaine had laughed and told him to go ahead. Kurt had seemed surprised when Blaine just said goodnight and shut the door, but Blaine shrugged it off, figuring it was normal for hybrids to be wary of new surroundings.
Things are better now. Kurt has been with him for almost a month and he's mostly stopped being constantly nervous and twitchy. He even sits on the sofa next to Blaine while they watch TV, and tonight he seems more relaxed than ever while they watch a movie and Kurt nibbles at a slice of pizza.
"What do you think of the pepperoni?" Blaine asks.
"I like it," Kurt says with a big grin. "Much better than the fish kind." He makes a face when he adds, "I didn't like the fish kind."
"That was admittedly a mistake," Blaine says, shrugging as he feels heat creep into his face. It had seemed like a good idea at the time - he thought cats like fish - but Kurt had twitched his nose and very politely plucked the anchovies off before he'd eaten his piece. "We'll stick to pepperoni from now on, I promise."
"Good," Kurt says, smiling up at him. Blaine catches just a flash of his little teeth and without thinking he reaches out and strokes his hand through Kurt's soft hair, rubbing at the base of his ears. Kurt freezes beneath his fingers, and Blaine's about to pull back, his apology catching in his throat when Kurt hesitantly presses his head up against Blaine's hand.
"Is this okay?" Blaine asks quietly, waiting for Kurt's nod before he starts to pet again, letting his fingers slide over Kurt's soft hair and onto the even softer fur covering his ears. Kurt scoots closer on the couch and Blaine holds his arm out, smiling as Kurt shyly curls into his side and rests his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"I like this movie," Kurt says quietly after a minute or two of Blaine softly petting at his hair and his ears. "Who's this actress?"
"Meg Ryan," Blaine answers, smiling softly at the top of Kurt's head as he gently pushes back into Blaine's hand when his fingers still. "She's in lots of movies, I can add them all to our Netflix queue. I can show you how to work it if you want so you can watch them while I'm in class."
"That's okay," Kurt says into his shoulder, voice soft and sweet, a little sleepy. "I like watching things with you. It's not as fun when I watch them by myself."
"Okay," Blaine says, clearing his throat a little when he stumbles over the word. "A Meg Ryan movie every night then. It's a date." He winces a little at the word choice, swallowing around the lump in his throat that he's trying to ignore. If Kurt notices he doesn't say anything, though, and just cuddles a little closer to Blaine, arching into his hand when Blaine starts to pet him again.
Blaine feels a warmth spread through his chest as Kurt starts to fall asleep against him, but he pushes the feeling aside, pulling a blanket around them both while Kurt naps.